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Trinity 
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AT THE ANNUAL DINNER OF THE 
PRINCETON ALUMNI ASSO- 
CIATION OF WESTERN 
PENNSYLVANIA. 



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JOS.^BUFFINGTON, 



trinity. class of 1875, 
United States District Judge, Pittsburgh. 




Sketches by 
FREDERICK EARL JOHNSTON. 



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THIS LITTLE PAMPHLET IS FEELINGLY INSCRIBED 

TO THE TRINITY PROFS. 

AND 

THE FOREBEARS OF THE TRINITY BOYS. 

THEY GAVE THEM. IN YOUTH 

WHAT IN MANHOOD NO MONEY 

COULD BUY FOR THEM AND NO 

SHERIFF SELL FROM THEM: 

A COLLEGE COURSE. 



J.itBfcmt 
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R. TOASTMASTER and Gentle- 
men of the Princeton Alumni 
Association of Western Penn- 
sylvania : From the warmth of 
your greeting I judge the tiger 
is in ; indeed the depth and 
volume of his growl leave no room for doubt 
on that point and, the tiger being in, why of 
course, Princeton's Inn ; of that I am morally, 
if not indeed immorally, certain ; for in the 
words of oracular wisdom of Captain Jack Buns- 
by, "Whereby; why not? If so, what odds?" 
From your keen appreciation of this spiritual 
sentiment I feel encouraged to proceed and yet 
I cannot but express the wish that in these 
later times, so prolific in societies for number- 
less suppressing purposes, we could to them 
add yet another suppressor. It would be a 
boon to humanity at large, to say nothing of 
its effect on digestion in the individual. To 
organizations for the suppression of vice and im- 
morality, of treating, of hazing freshmen and 
of cruelty to other children I would add one 
which should be styled THE S. A. D. S. In 
spite of its lugubrious name its mission would 
be one of deep cheer and unbounded joy> 
for these lachrymose letters would 






for the; suppression of after dinner spouters.' 



designate the society for the Suppression of 
After Dinner Spouters. Need I say in the 
presence of this, already harassed, assemblage 
that a long-suffering public would crowd its 
membership and its waiting list be as long as 
the moral law. Paradoxical as it may seem it 
would draw to its folds the spouter as well as 
the suffering spoutees, for if any man here 
thinks it is an enviable thing for one to sit 
through a long- dinner and ruin his own diges- 
tion by fears and anticipations of the outcome 
of his forensic effort at its close, and when he 
finally gets on his feet, realize that he is then 
ruining the digestion of the other fellows who 
have to listen, if any such man is here and 
within his breast is an envious feeling, a cov- 
etous or desiring sort of a wish, to fill another 
man's patent leathers at this particular instant, 
if he imagines for a moment for example that 
your humble servant is riding on oiled springs f&i 
and cushion tires, let him accept from my 
whole heart the invitation of that sonorous 
morning monotone which those of my own 
craft will recall in the nasal in- ^ 

vitation of our worthy court crier, 
" Oyez, Oyez ; come forth and ye 
shall be heard. God save the United 
States and this honorable court. " 

After some acute personal suffering 





IS TO PREPARE YOUR SPEECH, ANTE-PRANDIALLY. 



from this after dinner speaking malady and close 
observation of the symptoms in others, my diag- 
nosis is that the best way to avoid one phase 
of the trouble, to wit, harrowing one's own 
peace of mind and preventing the satisfactory 
working of one's digestive organs, is to pre- 
pare your speech, ante-prandially. This has the 
warrant of hornbook law, for the written must 
always prevail over the oral, sworn to though 
the latter be. I know in one way such a course 
seems cowardly ; but it has redeeming features. 
I know its a mean advantage to take of a help- 
less stenographer, but you can experiment on 
her initially. She has to listen. She can't get 
away. She can't sit and smoke and let her 
thoughts wander to the stock market, the Met- 
ropolitan Opera we are to have next week, the 
outcome of the Quay trial or a dozen other of 
the delightful diversions now chasing through 
your brains. No; that stenographer has to drink 
in, attentively, appreciatively, submissively, all 
your eloquence. It's her business to listen. It's 
bread and butter and therefore life to her to 
listen, even if thereafter it prove death to others. 
But if she does listen and like T. Jefferson "still 
survives;" if she prove shot proof on this trial 
test, then you may safely train your oratorical 
howitzers on your audience with the reasonable 
assurance that there will be no need of an am- 




"you can experiment on her initially. 



bulance being on call, or of the assiduous ser- 
vices of Coroner Heber McDowell at the morgue 
or Sampson at the mortuary chapel. 

Apropos of this self-same Heber, I am re- 
minded of the talk I had with him lately on 
the street. If you have occasion hereafter to 
come within the range of his "administrative 
functions" you will find him a kind-hearted and 
considerate man in spite of the fact that his 
coronial duties lead him to spend most of his 
time sitting on his fellow men. But in justice 
be it said that much as he sits on them he was 
never known to hurt their feelings. I had occa- 
sion to do him a favor and met him shortly 
afterwards. He stopped me and expressed his 
grateful feelings. As I passed on he doubtless 
thought he ought to make some return, and 
said, " Can't I do something for you ? " And a 
vision of him "sitting," with the aid of his 
twelve good men and true, and doing something 
for me arose before me, and I faintly gasped, 
"Thank you; nothing at present — not just 
now." Doubtless he thought me strangely un- 
appreciative, possibly abrupt, even rude. I left 
him and hurried back to my place of work, for 
better, thought I, the modest seclusion of a third 
floor room of a post ojficc than to be on the 
ground floor and fill a leading part in a post 
mortem. 



But to return to the subject in hand, which, 
as I recall it, was the desirability of preparing- 
your remarks before the feast. My ! the comfort 
when it's done ; the deep sense of serene, angelic 
peace that pervades your being as you sit at 
the table after having once nervously reached 
to your coat-tail pocket and found the precious 
document — like the Star Spangled Banner — 
"still there." The calm that comes from know- 
ing that however other virgins are off for ole- 
aginous supplies, your lamp wick is ready for 
contact with a lucifer ; the thought of your 
Mauser loaded and with a magazine full up ; all 
these enable you to think with philosophic com- 
placency of some brother orator possessed of 
but a broken popless pop-gun. For enjoyment, 
for rest, for peace of mind and soul at a din- 
ner, give me the speech safely esconced in the 
caudal marsupium of a claw hammer. I know 
some prefer to tuck theirs in the grey matter of 
the cerebellum, but for me the pocket plan, first, 
last and meanwhile. Still others choose the 
extemporizing, spur-of-the-moment mode, but 
candor compels me to say that when the truth 
is out the brilliant extemporizer goes on the 
theory the more brilliant and extempore the 
speech, the more carefully it should be com- 
mitted to memory. And for me that would be 
the acme of torture ; for from blue points or 




SAFETY ENSCONCED IN THE CAUDAE MARSUPIUM OF A 
CLAW-HAMMER. ' ' 



little neck clams to coffee and cigars I should 
have ringing through my fearful soul that sad 
wail which you can recall from your " inner con- 
sciousness " (Sir William Hamilton's Metaphysics, 
please), that wail that has been yours to vent, 
that is you who are married men, that speech- 
less fear which first found expression in the 
mouth of an uncrowned laureate of Anglo-Saxon 
verse, as crossing the threshold of his then 
humble and unknown home and clutching the 
letter which his even-again-confiding wife had 
given him to post, and with the 
: missive in his hand and fear of 
forget in his heart, he gave 
voice to that sentiment which 
has made him famous : " Lest 
we forget; lest we forget." 

Now some one may say 
this is all talk, and that in 
fact I am glad to be talking, indeed 
some malevolent person might say that 
being-, as I would have you know 
I am, an honorary member of the Whig 
Society of Princeton, I could not help 
but make a speech. But that is unjust 
to me and unfair to that venerable body. 
I am here from a stern sense of duty. I am 
talking to-night because I have to do so, for 
my tag reads u R. S. V. P.," and having this 





burden laid upon me I felt I must do some 
downright hard work and prepare a careful, 
scholarly effort, fit to grace, as your worthy 
Doctor Patton would say, " this highly interest- 
ing function of social intercourse." I felt I 
owed it to Princeton. When Totten your 
tempter came first and said, I would simply 
have to say a few words, I weakly yielded, 
feeling the inspiration of the moment, not to 
mention that of the In(n)cidents, with some 
extempore froth thrown on top to hide the 
emptiness of the schooner, would suffice. But 
when Siebeneck, your scribe, gave me a formal 
notification, when he enclosed a card of invita- 
tion with his pen suggestively run through the 
cost mark of the dinner, I realized that it con- 
veyed to me and, " with malice aforethought 
then and there intended," was meant to convey 
to me the warning that if I got my doughnuts 
without dollars, I must render a quid pro quo 
aliunde. There remained for me naught save to 

Take up the Speech man's burden, 
Give ye the best I breed, 
And bind my brain to labor 
To serve your Tiger need. 
And when my goal was nearest, 
(The speech for Princeton got), 
Watch sloth and heathen folly 
Mark all my jokes — a naught. 

But my brother collegians let no man charge 
Princeton with parsimony. When the orator of 




the Platte opens the very flood gates of 
verbal vastness for a "Dollar Dinner," 
how generous of Old Nassau to ple- 
thorize the roomy caverns of Yale and 
Harvard orators with a four dollar 
feast for retailing to them 
the glories of EH and John. 

But perchance some irrev- 
erent, saturnine listener will 
remark about this time " Why 
don't he get down to his own toast and mas- 
ticate it ? " That is a home thrust, or in the 
classical slang of the Roman Arena, " Habet." 
But, gentlemen, that is "a way we have at Old 
Trinity." Because we get a chance to talk to 
you of our alma mater we have no idea of 
crowding the mourners in a recitation of her 
virtues. Collegiate egomania is not a Trinity 
malady. If you think I am slow in getting 
down to my text I venture you will have no 
occasion to complain in that regard of either 
John or Eli — especially Eli. And if you don't 
believe by the time said John and Eli are 
through with you that you labor under a men- 
tal hallucination in regard to the result of 
last fall's foot ball season, and that the 
Tiger was number three, neither am 
I a prophet or the son of one. 

But I am called to respond to 




the toast of Trinity and with these few pre- 
liminary "obsarves," as the Pennsylvania-Ger- 
man member of the Legislature said, and in 
answer to the imperative request from the 
bleachers which yon used to hear when yon 
missed a fly or failed to stop a hot grounder, 
I will now, "Get into the game." 

They tell me that Trinity is in great com- 
pany to-night ; that old John Harvard, with the 
self-satisfied serenity which he generally carries 
in his clothes, is here ; that old Eli Yale, with 
his equal serenity of self-satisfaction, has for this 
evening, at least, stopped telling everyone where 
he hails from, et omnia or /era, abides with yon, 
and is going to spend a real modest evening ; 
that the big tiger, good humored now that he 
is feasted, all unite to form an awe-inspiring col- 
legiate trio. In the presence of these mighty 
chanticleers of the collegiate barnyard, I presume 
the Trinity bantam should feel outclassed, possi- 
bly if he took yonr estimate of yourselves and 
yours of him he would. Bnt I tell yon, my fel- 
low chanticleers, that the Trinity bantam has 
been brought up in the Trinity barn yard on 
different principles, and the most marked out- 
come of his collegiate training is the fostering 
of a habit which leads him to size things from 
his own standpoint, and not have somebody else 
size them for him. The Trinitv bantam ever 




THE IvATK DAGO LAUREATE." 



feels that whatever company is fit for him to 
be at, he is entirely fit to be there, or as the 
Amherst man said in looking around a Trinity 
table, " Yon Trinity fellows seem to fill your 
clothes." You will therefore understand, gen- 
tlemen, the spirit in which the Trinity bantam, 
game from comb to spur, crows at your door, 
hops in, shakes his tail feathers, and with a 
sociable nod to the venerable John, and a good 
natured " Howd'ydo " to the ponderous old Elihu 
steps into the collegiate cock pit, makes his best 
bow to the tiger, says he is glad to be here, is 
not a whit abashed at your hugeness, is satisfied 
with himself and his own particular coop, feels 
he is up to date, no bats in his belfry, and in 
deference to this scholastic and erudite company 
informs you in the classic and patristic vernac- 
ular, which you will of course recall, of Quintus 
Horatius Flaccns, the late Dago laureate: "O 
Tiger, puleherrimus, saffronisi?nus, pulsans pilam 
pedibus: O Johannes et Elihu, venerabillisimi ; saluto 
vos. Felix sun/ edere et bibere cum vobis. ,y 



My fellow collegians : Before closing I pass 
from these thoughts of lighter vein to say a few 
earnest words on my toast of the evening, my 
alma mater. The collegiate world is a world of 
its own kind. Those of us who so beneath the 



surface, who seek for the influences which mould 
and shape men in the most formative years of 
life, who know that when a boy finishes his col- 
lege course, instead of him going through col- 
lege, the college has gone through him, posi- 
tively or negatively, for weal or woe : those of us 
who look at facts not fads, at realities not names, 
know that each one of these older colleges of 
our eastern land — and I by no means restrict my 
remarks to them — has an individual character as 
marked and defined as that of each individual 
home. And just as the subtle, indefinable influ- 
ence of a home, whatever it be, is more keenly 
marked, exerted and felt, than is the influence of 
a great hotel, so we know that the influence 
and individuality of our middle-sized colleges are, 
in their several spheres, more marked and acute 
than in our great universities with their thou- 
sands. Who that has known Dartmouth has not 
felt the rugged sturdiness of her sons that from 
Webster and Rufus Choate down has made them 
overflow into Massachusetts, and among the over- 
powering numbers of Harvard grasp a dispropor- 
tioned share of the prizes of the battle of life? 
Who that has known Williams has not felt the 
scholarly, gentlemanly, rounding influences that 
have sent from the Berkshire Hills our Garfields, 
our Fields, our Hopkins et id omne genus? Who 
that has appreciated the literary and reflective 




in the coeeegiate barnyard. 

Unci,e Sam — 

"Naw, on course, Brother Tiger, I'll grant these banties 
don't crow as loud as them Plymouth Rocks, but when 
it comes to usin' their heads and spurs I'll back 'em 
agin' any chicken on the farm." 



spirit that has marked Brown in the past, who 
that has known her students with their broad, 
generous and catholic training has not felt that 
the genius of the catholic-spirited Roger Williams 
yet hovered in her class rooms? Who that has 
known the splendid spirit of Amherst, seated in 
the beauties of the rural surroundings of her 
New England home, has not felt that a Beecher, 
or a Seelye was the logical and to-be-looked-for 
outcome of her training? Who that has thought- 
fully contrasted the fewness of Bowdoin's sons 
with the wide range of her product has not been 
impressed with the training that has touched a 
gamut of widely different chords in the poetic 
imagination of a Longfellow or Hawthorne, the 
scholarly jurisprudence of a Chief Justice Fuller, 
the lion strength of a Speaker Reed? Who that 
has studied the colleges of old Uncle Sam has 
not recognized how from the limit of the three 
hundred to which, even in his hour of sorest 
need he has always restricted his West Point 
and Annapolis, have come, by reason of the 
man-moulding and character-building he there 
works out, the Grants, the Shermans, the Sheri- 
dans, the Farraguts, the Porters and last but 
not least the Deweys that have made us proud 
and entitled to claim them as brother and fel- 
low middle-college men. 

It is of one of these middle colleges, whose 



place in the world's great canvass is not large, 
but whose influence on those who call her moth- 
er is all potent, I would speak to-night. If you 
ask me what is her peculiar work and excel- 
lence, what the fruitage of her training, what 
the excuse for her existence, I can but answer 
you in the words of one of our public men and 
leaders, a man with no interest in or connection 
with my college, save that of a thoughtful man, 
alive to the moulding influences of American 
Colleges, who tersely said in discussing them, 
"Trinity stamps her men with individuality." 
L,ay aside for a moment the picture of your col- 
lege homes which you dearly and justly love, 
and bearing in mind the thought that from the 
door of some quiet home on a side street may 
come children who may be more blessed than 
those from the portals of the more pre- 
tentious mansion on the avenue, bearing | 
in mind that the half dozen children 
in your own homes are not wholly 
to be pitied because they are not J% 
numbered among the hundreds of 
Brigham Young, I ask you to 
come with me to-night and from 
her Northam Towers look down 
on my alma mater. There, near 
the City of Hartford, one of the 
fairest, most cultured and refined of m> 




New England's fairest cities, she stands, high- 
seated, o'er looking from her vantage point of 
view the broad expanse of a restful and typical 
New England landscape. From her stone mul- 
lioned windows is seen a matchless reach of 
mingled city and country, of man and nature, 
of hill and plain, things which in themselves 
suggest and foster that breadth and all-rounded 
character which her instinct, her teaching, her 
motherhood seek to give her sons. Within her 
walls are gathered, not so many, but those she 
has she draws from as many different sections 
of our land as any university represented here 
to-night. It has ever been her policy in seek- 
ing instructors not to confine herself only to 
those who have been trained by her or known 
Trinity traditions alone, but in a broad and 
catholic spirit she has sought and kept, not 
only her own sons, but in large measure grad- 
uates of other places. She seeks wherever she 
finds men worthy to be the makers of her sons. 
I think I am safe in saying that in a way pe- 
culiar to herself Trinity has above all American 
colleges drawn within a relatively narrow com- 
pass, the most divers and different both of stu- 
dents and faculty. It is this fact, joined to 
other influences to which I shall allude which 
has enabled her to put the stamp of her indi- 
vidual, peculiar motherhood upon her foster and 



fostered sons. Here young men, representing 
widely scattered localities and different surround- 
ings, trained by those who have gained their 
learning under many systems, by men of no 
one school or faith (but thank God always 
of some faith) such young men I say, can and 
never will be aught but men of individual in- 
dividuality. They learn to themselves measure 
men, weigh opinions, reach truth, in the light, 
not of what may be popular, not what a great 
mass around them would dictate, but by their 
own individual standards. It is not what the 
college mass dictates but what the individual 
man himself thinks. It is not what the popular 
wave of the hour and the crowd may prescribe, 
but what the quiet reason of the individual 
thinks for himself. To him the college is a 
means, not an end. When to these potent fac- 
tors we add others which alone come from a 
college of its location and size, we can see how 
these helps to individuality and the upbuilding 
of individual strength are accentuated. Each 
man may not know so many as in your thou- 
sands, but those he does know I think he 
learns to know better. Here men are not mas- 
ses or even classes, but the individual unit, and 
to his instructor the student is not a mere name, 
a place on a bench, one of a changing kaleido- 
scope of numbers, but he is himself, his name, 



character, life, yearnings and inspirations are 
known, recognized, studied, aided, moulded, made. 
Who can count the priceless influence on the 
character and lives of those who, during the 
four most formative and plastic years of a 
spirited boy, cnt loose from the ties of home, 
fatherhood and motherhood, and not yet held 
bv the after-coming anchors of wife and child, 
have the personal interest, companionship, and 
friendship of his college professors. Not one 
man in half a million in America has heard 
even the name of William Small, a long ago 
forgotten professor in the little college of Wil- 
liam and Mary. Yet his grateful student, Jeffer- 
son, was wont to say that he owed more in 
the making of his life to William Small than 
to any other influence. He it was who during 
Jefferson's collegiate life moulded the mind 
which ten years later guided the hand that at 
thirty-one penned the matchless declaration 
which changed the world for freedom. Unself- 
ish, thankless, forgotten work, that of such real 
teachers is to be sure ; its story is written in 
no book except in the lives of those who in 
the heat and fire of life's daily battle are the 
nobler and better men because they called, and 
were permitted to call, such men their friends. 
U A log, with a student at one end, and Mark 
Hopkins at the other, is a college," said Gar- 




"a log with a student at one end — " 



field. " Tell me," said ]\Irs. Browning to 
Charles Kingsley, " how yon have made so 
much of your life ? " "I had a friend," was 
the reply. To the friendship and warm per- 
sonal interest of such men the Trinity student 
owes, shall I say much ? I might almost say, 
everything. 

In a wise and conservative spirit allowing 
electives for the later years my alma mater has 
clung tenaciously to those time-tried foundations 
which have trained and made men in the past ; 
the classics, mathematics, English Literature, 
history and philosophy. If he sees fit to do so. 
there is permitted in the later years of the stu- 
dent's course, a wide range of electives which 
I venture to suggest that as a freshman he is 
too fresh to wisely select. The moderate num- 
ber of her sons affords them a welcome to the 
homes of Hartford, and from such sources they 
gain that happiest possession in our intercourse 
of after life, comfort and ease under any sur- 
roundings. And if his taste or means do not 
lead him to take advantage of what I regard 
as a real benefit to a boy, intercourse with such 
cultured people, he is none the less moulded 
and shaped by the reflex influence of those who 
do and acquires that true, gentlemanly spirit 
which in its highest sense is part of Trinity 
training and life, and which I say with pride is 



one of the characteristic earmarks of her sons. 
It is in such scenes and amid such influ- 
ences, surroundings where mere raw money is 
made to feel its just worth, where manly 
sports are recreation not occupation, this happy 
blending of the teacher and the taught, of the 
moulded and the moulding, the Trinity man 
drinks in, for life is the vintage of environment, 
that personality and individuality which send 
him forth not brilliant but full developed, self- 
poised and able to hold aloft, unsullied, the 
standard of the blue and gold, full abreast with 
those who carry the crimson, the orange or the 
blue. He is full of that characteristic " Trinity 
sand," which in under graduate days is wont 
to lead the bantam on the gridiron and the dia- 
mond to measure spurs with those a dozen 
times his size, and though over-powering num- 
bers may down him he will not stay downed 
and the game fight he makes is an earnest 
that he has already learned, the greater half of 
life's great school book — to fearlessly face any 
thing. Indeed his training, life, instruction, and 
motherhood all unite to make him, when the 
call for duty comes, answer "Adsum." 

The Trinity way, the Trinity tradition, the 
Trinity man I can no better picture than to tell 
you briefly the story of my college men when 
the country's call to arms came last spring. 



There was no gush over it, but all the same 
the record is one for which in proportion to 
numbers I throw down the gauge to all comers. 
If the o-reat universities sent from their gradu- 
ates and under graduates the same proportion 
in numbers to answer the call to duty on sea 
and land Trinity did, each of the institutions 
here represented would have between six and 
seven hundred men in the service. I know not 
how many others sent, but I know Trinity's 
quota overflowed. I know that when our old 
Uncle Sam, who has a way of laying his hands 
on the right man at the right time, wanted to 
plant the New England coast with submarine 
engines of destruction he passed by even the 
technical schools, went to the Trinity labora- 
tory, put his hand on a quiet Trinity man, put 
him in charge, and said do this, and he did it. 
Did it quietly, unostentatiously, and after it was 
done went back to his scholastic work without 
knowing or thinking it was any thing but duty. 
I know that when that same old Uncle Sam 
wanted to gain a landing foothold down yon- 
der at Guantanamo and our Country, yes the 
world, was watching to see whether it would 
be a foothold or a failure, when he sought a 
man to lead the "six hundred" who were to 
hold the ground in that hell fire of guerrillas 
and Mausers, he gave the great honor not even 



to one of his own sons trained at West Point 
and Annapolis, bnt to a quiet, self-reliant, Trin- 
ity-trained hero, and said hold it. Have you 
read how when the two heroes stood on the 
top of the breastworks amid a storm of flying 
bullets, and wig-wagged messages to the ships 
in the offin°\ the Colonel in command mounted 
beside them and helped with the signals. You 
have read how the officers in the trench be- 
low begged him to come down. How he an- 
swered "I'm in no more danger than the man." 
Stephen Crane has given you a word-picture of 
the scene, the man and the words that deserve 
remembrance as a motto for those who lead. 
I will tell you that was Trinity training, Trin- 
ity sand, the acts and word of a Trinity man;. 
Colonel Huntingdon, of the Class of 1864, in 
command of the Marine Corp at Guantanamo. 
A glance at the Trinity roll of honor shows 
her sons were with Sampson and his captains 
helping to add to the unrivalled submarine 
navy of Spain which Dewey started at Manilla; 
with Shafter in the trenches at Santiago ; with 
Woods and Roosevelt astride the bronchos of 
the Rough Riders, with Miles at Ponce ; with 
Lawton in the Philippines, where even to-night 
I doubt not with the score or more of the sons 
of old Nassua who are there, they are singing 
the college songs of Home, Sweet Home. And 




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"i'm in no more danger than the man." 

Bv Courtesy of McClure's Magazine, Copyrighted 1899, by the 
S. S. McClure Co. 



when the other clay the bodies of our dead 
were brought, from the fetid fever fields of 
the Queen of the Antilles, home to rest neath 
the folds of Old Glory, I know there was one 
at least who trained in life under the blue and 
gold of Trinity had in his death proved fealty 
to her legend " Pro Patriae 

You will pardon me, Princeton friends, if 
loyalty to my college mother has lead me to 
speak at undue length. I thank you one and 
all that you have asked me to be with you 
to-night and in the midst of your rejoicing 
over the glories of Old Nassua in which I join, 
and these college songs which have stirred 
many sleeping memories and brought back many 
an absent face, you will appreciate the feeling 
that carries me from your own hospitable board 
in memory back to my own old college mother, 
and as my heart goes out to her and her sons 
with a fervor the fleeting years have only made 
more stable, can you question my right — my 
pleasure — my filial duty at this mid-night hour 
to voice the prayer " Floreat Trinitas, mater 
mini, semper alma et benigna." 



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